Funkitis

And just as quickly as a Happy Monday came and went, Full of Funk Tuesday showed up. As clearly as I recall those pleasant coffee-filled moments and conversations with friends while living overseas in Prague, I also recall this familiar feeling of difficult-to-diagnose "blah". Even Lydia informed me twice today that we should just go back to America.

Maybe we got to bed too late last night.

Maybe it was the clouds rolling in late in the day.

Maybe chatting with friends and family on the phone today made me a bit homesick.

Maybe it's the increasingly strong odor of dead fish in the air outside today.

Maybe I just want to drive my own car. Don't get me wrong.... Kenny's great and all... but he's not my red Toyota Rav4.

Maybe I want to load my shopping cart full of groceries instead of returning to the corner market every day, sometimes twice, to buy only what I can carry home with me.

Maybe my brain wants a break from dividing the cost of everything by 6.8 to figure out how many U.S. dollars.

In any case, I spent $8 for a 'taste of home' neatly packaged as Johnsonville Brats and another $3 for a bag of Pop-Secret I'm about to inhale... here's hoping for a whimsical Wednesday.